Of all the things that Draco could go and do, he had to sit on the floor clutching his knees like a wounded animal. Percy couldn't just sit there and pretend that wasn't happening, pretend everything was fine. He blew out another sigh and stood up for the second time in as many minutes.
"Alright. You can take the bed. You'll be more comfortable there than sitting by the door," he said. Besides, he was probably much more accustomed to 'roughing it' than Draco was. He had slept on floors before, and he could do it again. Not that he would get much sleep with Draco in his room. Just because the other had apologized did not mean he suddenly trusted him.